User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/Tavern of the Rusted Claw/@comment-3135907-20110816211631

The Hooksail entered the sheltered cove and slowly drew up to the jetty. "Ahoy, Carabid, tie this beauty up!" Her informant on the island, a stoat named Carabid slinked out of the shadows and Fizalra tossed him a rope to tie the Hooksail to one of the dock pilings. She hopped off and grinned at him before strolling to the Tavern of the Rusted Claw. Pushing through the swinging doors, she chuckled at the assembled vermin. "So, wot're yew lot talkin' about, eh?" She sidled up to the bar and called for a Fiery Tung before winking at Slank. "Well, what's the liddle joke, ey? Let an ole mate in on it."